Judy jerked her head to indicate the cafe across the street. “Two men are in there eating lunch,” she explained, trying to hold her voice steady. “I’m sure one of them is Joe Pompilli!”
“Not the hi-jacker?”
Judy’s head bobbed excitedly. “I know he’s the same one Kathleen and I helped the other day when a truck went off the road. I want to get word to the State Highway Department right away.”
“Take it easy,” the ranger advised as Judy turned as if to start off alone. “You’re mistaken, I think. Joe Pompilli wouldn’t dare to show himself openly here.”
“It does seem a reckless thing for him to do,” Judy conceded. “But I’m sure the man is the same one.”
“You must be wrong, but to prove it I’ll go over with you to the cafe,” Diethelm offered.
Crossing the street, Judy and the ranger peered in through the big plate glass window. The two truckers still were seated at the lunch counter.
“Which one do you say is Joe?” the ranger demanded.
“The one with the square jaw, seated next to the wall. I never saw the other man before.”
Diethelm began to chuckle in a hard sort of manner which grated unpleasantly on Judy’s ears.